Just so it is with me who listening pray
The winds to blow the tedious night away.
And again—
Through all the night
Thou dost me fright,
And holdst mine eyes from sleeping.
I infer from these that Herrick suffered much from sleeplessness, and if so, may we not with considerable probability trace the genesis of this celebrated litany to some sleepless nights in the little vicarage of Dean Prior?
Again it is to the Noble Numbers that we owe the beautiful “Lord, Thou hast given me a cell.” Familiar as this poem is, it is only a just tribute to Dean Prior that these sweet praises of its simple plenty should be set down here.
A THANKSGIVING TO GOD FOR HIS HOUSE.
Lord, Thou hast given me a cell